What If Anne Frank survived. Originally Anne x Peter

Peter and Anne climb the chestnut tree.

Peters POV

I'm sitting in my room when suddenly I hear Anne screaming, I instantly run to her as fast as I can. She is in her room on her knees eyes wide open, she's there but shes not. "Anne!" I shout a couple times. "Peter!" She screamed. "Anne!" I yell knelling by her putting my hands on her shoulders she shut her eyes and when she opened them she was back. She fell into my arms crying and I held her tightly.

Now we sit by the chestnut tree Anne's diary in her hands. "You know what I've always wanted to do, climb the chestnut tree." Says Anne, "Ok lets do it." I say cupping my hands together like a boost. "Really?" She says staring at me wide eyed. "Sure why not," I respond, "Ok then." She says stepping on my hands I boost her up and then start climbing up myself. 

We sit down on a high branch, Anne leans her head on my shoulder, hand in mine while we talk. "Peter, i'm sorry..." Anne says I stare at her, "What for?" I ask. "Crying when I still have my father and you lost both of yours!" She says tearing up. I cup her face in my palms, "hey, hey,hey look at me, look at me you have done nothing wrong!" I say to her and let her face go. She rest her head on my shoulder once again and I take her hand and squeeze it.